06-01-2021, 09:07 PM
The stranger on the border was present during his visit to The Pitt, but he had never caught their name or general demeanor. Just their blinding orange hue and resting bitch face. Romulus didn't hold any judgement, but as he approached, his gaze traversed between those that approached. Narrowed hues watched their reactions carefully. As Aphra wasn't present yet, Inferno was taking charge. Oddly enough, the child had grown on him, so he didn't protest against her words. Instead, he let out a soft sigh. "Let's at least inquire first," the lion mentioned to those that gathered.
Although Anthemtalon did ask a question, it wasn't very precise. His periwinkle hues adjusted to focus on Dante. "Greetings, sir," he formally mentioned. "What business do you have with the Coalition of the Condemned today?" Romulus had no clue that this man knew his father. If mentioned, he would be pleased, yet disappointed. Even so, he held his head up and back straight, awaiting an answer and Aphra's arrival.
Although Anthemtalon did ask a question, it wasn't very precise. His periwinkle hues adjusted to focus on Dante. "Greetings, sir," he formally mentioned. "What business do you have with the Coalition of the Condemned today?" Romulus had no clue that this man knew his father. If mentioned, he would be pleased, yet disappointed. Even so, he held his head up and back straight, awaiting an answer and Aphra's arrival.
ROMULUS MALUS
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